Trying hard to not look disgusted I get off the plane, this airport is full of business travelers who have not actually showered recently. Wishing they had let me learn more French I make my way through the airport to my luggage. My one bag in hand I move on to the admittance to France, slightly nervous they had only handed me the new passport when I was boarding the plane.
As it turns out I am nervous for no reason, the lady standing behind the counter only glances at my passport. After asking why I am in France and if I had brought any fruits or vegetables she waves me on. A rather handsome young man helps me get a taxi slightly disappointed when he does not ask to share I tell the driver which hotel. On the drive I have him teach me more French, it is only a half hour drive so there isn't much I can learn. Glad for knowing that little bit more I leave him a tip before going into the very nice hotel.
I have to look around at everything as I move to the front desk the carpet is a lush dark blue. The walls are very ornate with golden wall sconces and very nice paintings. The man behind the front desk smiles at me as I get to him, after signing in I hand over my one bag to a bellhop, she is really quite short, perhaps four foot ten. She leads me to the elevator, on the way up I ask about good clubs in the area. She tells me about four, and a fifth to not visit, my interest peeked I file that one away to look up later.
Alone in my room I go through my luggage to make sure I got everything. Replacement location transmitter ring just in case, belt with a detachable tracker in case I find a need to hunt over long distances. Eight different outfits of varying levels of not much covered along with matching shoes and several boxes of a very strong mint. It had taken a while but finally we found a strong enough mint to kill the taste of that drug. I pick out suitable attire for tonight, I am going dancing.
I slip into the almost not there silver dress with no back and almost no front with a mini skirt almost to short to be called a skirt. I check the cell phone in my purse, it has enough of a charge and the club I want searched for. Since it is too early to go to a club I head downstairs to the hotel bar, it is almost deserted so I get to spend a little while learning French from the bartender and sampling beers. I do mean sampling he gives me shot glasses of each kind of beer they have.
Finally he starts mixing beer drinks for me, and we find a winner, the Juicy Guinness Premier. He is smiling big when I give him a kiss and a big tip. I have the doorman get me a taxi he gives me a strange look when I tell him where I want to go.
"Ach lass you dinnae wanna go there. It is known as a refuge of the underworld."
"I like danger, please take me there."
I settle back as he drives me to the club, I wonder for a brief moment why an obviously Irish man is driving a taxi in Paris. The club looks really quite nice on the outside. Inside is packed with men and women, the men mostly look around with disinterested expressions. Some are actually carrying a gun, most however are only taking on a false attitude. I settle at the bar next to a man carrying the drug, somehow managing to not gloat over my fast find I order my newly found beer drink I can stand.
"So twenty one last month belated happy birthday to you," the man next to me says, his voice is quite nice with the trace accent of a Russian.
"Oh thank you, my last year of college and I got burned out. I'm taking a year off seeing the world, figured why not start in beautiful Paris and learn the language." Interpol had told me go with something easy this being one of the easier ones for me I did go to college to be an archeologist.
"That is a great idea. So what are you going to be when you finish college?" He is smiling at me now fully turned to look at me.
"Archeologist, before you say like Indiana Jones he only has a passing resemblance."
"I was not going to say that, though I suppose you heard it a lot. Would you like to dance with me?"
I smile back at him then down most of my remaining drink fast, feigning a little tipsiness I move with him to the dance floor. He isn't a terribly good dancer, though I do my best to smile at him and move along with him like he is really good and turning me on. He does turn me on when he moves in close and puts his hands to my butt I can feel his cock pressing into me a little.
I let him seduce me for a while it is really nice to be complemented by a stranger. We dance to several songs twice in between he plies me with my beer drink along with a scotch and whisky chaser. After getting my third beer I take a sip then go to the bathroom making an effort to walk badly and get a little lost. When I come back he has put the drug in my beer, I take a few long sips then put a mint in my mouth.
"So you can kiss me without tasting all the beer I've drunk. I think I'm drunk enough to not remember this in the morning, care to help me risk pregnancy?" I ask slurring my words then downing my beer when he smiles at me.
Moving the mint around in my mouth to get rid of the drug taste there as he helps me walk out of the club and hail a taxi. It takes a while to get one I feign being really tired and hand over the hotel room card to him. I listen in as he tells the driver to take us to the right hotel I almost ask if he is part of the slave ring. So far he doesn't seem to be he's taking me back to my hotel, I close my eyes with a sigh.
It is really hard to play at being passed out, especially when the guy you are playing it to is a little on the clumsy side. He bangs my head into the door of the hotel on the way through, though it goes a lot better to the elevator. I get dropped on the bed then he goes to the phone, I am very glad he speaks in Russian over the phone. As it turns out he is part of a slave ring, he is calling for a pick up of me and asking if he can sample the unprotected wares.
I assume he got a yes since he walks over to me pulls my panties to the side and fingers me. I am tempted to go furry and start getting answers out of this one, though he has a certain zest in his fingering. I decide best to just lie here and get fucked so I can see where they will take me. His fingers have me ready quite easily his zest hides a real skill, I can't help but moan here and there as his fingers probe my depths. When he climbs on top of me I find it is rather nice to pretend like there is nothing I can do.
I moan again when he slides his cock into my eager depths, he's not overly long or thick, about average perhaps a little thinner. The letting him have his way however is making me quite eager. I reach orgasm moments after he starts moving on me, he is smiling down at me the whole time his cock plunges in and out of my supposedly helpless and at risk pussy. I reach another orgasm when he groans out his pleasure and floods me with his fluids.
He stays on top of me moving a little like he wants to get it hard and fuck me again. He is interrupted by a knock on the door, as he gets up and fixes his pants I file away the notion of doing something like this with Tony, perhaps handcuffs or well something. Two guys come into the room with the one that had just fucked me one is trailing a maid cart. They go through the room picking up everything that is not obviously hotel, even some of that goes onto the cart.
They pick me up and stuff me inside of the empty maid cart I go in where the toilet paper and towels would be. My suitcase and purse get stuffed in with me which is a stroke of luck really, I can signal that I've been picked up. Interpol had been very eager to be helpful and provide ways of letting me contact them. One of the better was simply turning my phone off and on, after they managed to mute that part of it. For some odd reason the phone they had given me would not mute off and on, finally they found an app that did that.
Wondering if Interpol will send the police now or later I ride in the cart down the service elevator with no music. Judging by the smells and sounds we get off in the kitchen, I have to pull out the cell phone for this, they are paying one of the kitchen staff. I send a message to Interpol as the cart is rolled through the kitchen then outside to a waiting van. The whole cart is loaded into the van then tied into place the drive is a little bumpy.
I spend the time in the van telling Interpol what we are passing bakeries and candy shops are really quite easy to pick out, along with two bars, three clothing shops and a salon. I have to stop when we enter a factory zone, to many places we could stop here. We do stop outside of a brewery the cart is unloaded from the van then rolled inside the brewery.
I hear voices speaking Russian they are having a conversation about me. It is decided I would make a great whore after being broken in, then they open up the cart and pull me out. I am contemplating staying still so they can fuck me on top of the boxes they put me until they rip the silver dress I am wearing off me. Mad now, I wanted to keep this one I kick the one working my shoes off breaking his nose and dropping him like a rock.
Hopping up on the flat boxes I rip the dress off the rest of the way and go feral. The one that had drugged me stammers out an exclamation of fucking Jaguar, I kick him a little harder than I need snapping his neck. Dropping down from the boxes I punch the last of the men that had driven me here then chase after the new man. Not sure why he had run in the first place I catch him in a moment then drag him back to the cart to get my ringing phone.
"Jaguar the police are on the way there now be about ten minutes they had to get their chief up."
"That should be enough time to get all of the information I need out of this one. Had a fatality I guess the drugs affect me a little more than I thought, or perhaps he was going to reveal something he shouldn't have." I say holding out a clawed hand over the last conscious man.
"I'll tell you everything just please don't do to me what you did in Mexico." His English is really quite good if laden with fear.
